Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Uganda and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Hardrive to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All New York Dolls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Smiths,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Neil Young,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Sheep,
Mark Hollis,
Thee Headcoats,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Mars,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Porter Ricks,
Index,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Ornette Coleman,
The Black Dice,
Absolute Body Control,
Todd Terry,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Radiohead,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Barry Ungar,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Joensuu 1685,
Circle Jerks,
OOIOO,
PIL,
The Wake,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.